Honest, Radical Writing from The Intuitive Writing Project

By Raelyn Kaplan, TIWP Intern I don’t know what to write (ironic because what I want to write about is creativity). I just can’t think of anything. But I guess that’s the antithesis of creativity—forcing out inauthentic pieces just to have a piece at all. It’s when I stop thinking that my thoughts turn creative. […]

By Elizabeth Arroyo, TIWP Student This New Year, I’d like to put an end to the tradition of hurt, scared people pushing down other hurt, scared people to make themselves feel less hurt and scared. This just seems like the only problem that’s actually solvable in the next fifty years. You start at high school, […]

By Julia Lima, TIWP Student time’s up, big boy. it’s time you forget about speaking to me. it’s time you stop thinking we are even close to being on the same dimension. time’s up, big boy. it’s time you see the thick black tar that seeps through your teeth. how funny, big boy. i thought […]

By Libby Hawkins, TIWP Student Times up… On racism, on sexism, on inequality and injustice. Times up… On being disrespectful, on being rude, ungrateful and judgemental. Times up… On being degrading, on being suffocating, pressuring and draining. Times up for making people feel like they should be ashamed of their differences.

(A short speech from the Stories As Light event at Orinda Theater on December 6, 2017) By Elizabeth Perlman, Executive Director of TIWP Thank you all for joining us at this beautiful gathering of writers and readers! Together we are here to celebrate the power and necessity of stories, stories that cast a light even […]

By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student If I die before my sister, tell her to paint my coffin. Get her canary yellow, burnt sienna, bloody red, and beg her to cover the black lid in color—so bright it almost seems silly to cry over it. Tell her to paint the ocean we visited, the lavender that […]

By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student I broke through the glass which most people call the atmosphere. My bones squished under the power of gravity as I didn’t fall, but was thrown to the earth. I was slapped by the harsh wind that gave no forgiveness. This place was no where near like my planet. My […]

By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student Hello. I’m not really sure how to write a letter, I only learned to write a few minutes ago. Maybe if you told me your name, I could call you that. For now, you’re just person. I’ve seen you for a while, but I’m not sure how long. Years for […]

By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student Have you been to the coffee shop? Hang a left at 3rd and 4th. It’ll be at the end of the block. Enter and witness the wonder that life mocks. An old man sighs, a baby cries. In the corner, lovers kiss. Walk in a little farther And you will […]